All the world’s a stage,One of Shakespeare's greatest passages. Delightful.
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many, parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the shining school-boy, with his stachel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel...
Notes and observations. Diversions and digressions. All done far too infrequently.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
"As You Like It " on the Boston Common
A little bard on the Common, a worthy production of As You Like It.
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